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"Can I help you?" The blonde nurse behind the front desk asked as she looked between the two men in front of her.

"Yes, I'm Detective Tyler, this is my partner Detective Perry*. We're here to see a Miss Sarah Freedman," Dean answered, trying to sound authoritative and sincere. The local news that morning had told the Winchesters all they needed to know about their newest victim. Police had found her not long after they'd left. She had been rushed to this hospital, about an hour away, where she could receive better medical care and was in intensive care while local police began an investigation. And so, donning suits and neckties, the Winchester boys got into the Impala and drove the hour out of town to talk to Miss Freedman about her attack.

"Miss Freedman is in the ICU. She's not allowed any visitors." The young woman looked apologetic.

"We're working on an investigation regarding her attacker. She's the third victim. That makes this a multiple homicide, and our higher-ups think that we might have a serial killer on our hands."

"Oh my God!" The nurse gasped, her hand to her mouth. She nervously looked around, as if said killer might be lurking in the waiting room.

"So you see it's important that we talk to her so that we can gather as much information as possible. We need find this guy and put him away," Sam added in his compassionate-rescuer-who-simply-cared-for-the-wellbeing-of-the-public voice.

"Um…yes, of course. I suppose, given the circumstances, we can make an exception," the nurse said, pushing her chair out from behind the desk and motioning for them to follow her down the hall.

"I don't know how much information you're going to get from her," she said as they walked. "Her neck wound was pretty bad when they brought her in. She can't talk much more than yes'and no's." The nurse stopped outside the room and tapped lightly. "Miss Freedman, these detectives would like to have a word with you. Do you feel up to it?" The pale twenty something sitting on her bed turned from looking out the window at the trio that stood in her door and nodded. The nurse smiled and turned back to the boys as she whispered, "Please don't stay too long. We can't have her overexerting herself." Sam and Dean nodded and the nurse left them to return to the front desk.

"Hi, Miss Freedman. I'm Detective Perry and this is my partner Detective Tyler. How are you feeling?"

Sarah shrugged, not really having an answer.

"Miss Freedman, can you tell us anything about what happened last night? Did you see anyone? Where you were headed?"

Sarah opened her mouth to answer Dean's question, but all that came out was the gravel sounds of choked words. Sam paused for a moment and dug around in his suit jacket pockets before producing a pen and pad of paper. She took them and wrote out on the pad, I don't remember much of anything. I was walking back from a friend's house. That's when he grabbed me.

"Do you remember anything else about him? Height, weight, eye color?" Sam asked, but that wasn't the answer he was looking for.

Tall, maybe your height, a little taller? I couldn't see his face. He wore this cloak thing, like a grim reaper almost. It was really weird and terrifying. I blacked out not long after he grabbed me, she scribbled.

"Do you remember anything else? Maybe a smell, a sound, anything?" Sarah furrowed her brows at Dean's question, but thought and scribbled down something anyway. "Sulfur? How do you know it was sulfur?" he asked, reading the words that were shown to him.

I worked at a paper mill in college. I know what sulfur smells like, she wrote back in response.

"Thank you for your time Miss Freedman. We hope you get better soon," Sam said, taking back his pad and pen and giving her a smile before following Dean out the door.

"Well, it's defiantly a demon," Sam said as they exited the hospital and walked to the Impala.

"Thank you, Captain Obvious, we already knew that," Dean shot back while yanking his tie free. He really hated wearing those damn things.

"Don't be an ass, Dean. I'm just saying now we know it's a demon-demon and not a demon possession," Sam elaborated as he climbed into the passenger's seat.

"Demon-demon? Is that what you learned at that fancy college of yours?"

Sam gave his older brother a sidelong glance on the other side of the car as Dean started her up and started to pull away.

When the Winchesters got back into town, Dean dropped Sam off at the motel before heading out to put some fuel in his baby. He leaned against the car a little, singing along in his head to the AC/DC song that was playing there, as the Impala's tank got filled up.

Dean wasn't thinking of anything in particular, just this and that. He thought about getting some food and heading back to the motel to help Sam, but quickly scratched that as he remembered he hated research of any kind and would rather have Sammy do it instead. He was a doer, not a planner like his brother was.

He tossed around some more ideas in his head, thinking that he might head to the park where the last attack happened to see if he could find anything useful, when he looked up. Dean squinted a little behind his sunglasses, wondering if he was maybe seeing things, but then realized that he wasn't and Nicolet Corbin was across the street.

She wasn't really doing anything, just walking casually by herself. The blonde must not have seen him, or just didn't care, as his presence seemed oblivious to her. Dean watched her for a minute. When the gas handle snapped back to a resting position, signaling that it was finished fueling the car, Dean took his receipt, got behind the wheel of the car and drove away. He just happened to be going in the same direction she was, just very slowly in the direction she was.

Later he would tell himself that he was tailing her to see if she did anything suspicious.

Dean trailed behind her carefully, not wanting alert attention from her or anyone else. He was a pro at this after all, years of hunting and tracking various beasts and targets had made him very good at being a sneaky stalker.

He watched her go into the bank and the post office, walking at a lazy pace down the street as if she had nowhere to go and nowhere to be. Dean had to admit, he didn't hate to view. Being close to the end of summer, the season was leaching out the last few days of hot weather it could before it became horribly cold. And as Dean sat behind the wheel of the Impala, in the upper 80 degree weather, his tight gray T-shirt and jeans almost a little suffocating, watching the smokin' hot form of Nicolet Corbin walk down the street in a white halter top and denim Daisy Dukes, he would have to admit he'd vote to let them keep coming.

Dean followed her with his eyes as she finally went into a flower shop and waited for her to come out. He sat there for a good fifteen minutes and was beginning to wonder what the hell could take someone so damn long in flower shop. They had flowers right? What the hell could take so long about that?

His musing was interrupted, however, when a body suddenly filled his line of sight and his window as an arm reached across him and took his keys out of the ignition. "Why are you followin' me?" Dean sputtered momentarily; still startled that Nicki was suddenly in front of him and had most of her upper body through his window when she took his keys.

"Jesus! How the hell did you get out here?"

"Friend owes me a favor and let me use their back door. Why are you followin' me?" the blonde repeated, her arms propped on the open window of the Impala, leaning over. Dean glared at her slightly, his reflection staring back at him from her beige aviators.

"Can I have my keys back?" Dean asked in a stiff tone, lunging quickly to grab his keys in her hand, but to no avail.

"Nope, not 'til you answer the question," she answered, falling back against the car once he stopped grabbing for her.

"Wasn't following you," he muttered, trying to play it cool.

"Right? You just happen to creepin' along behind me for the past three blocks."

"I already told ya, it's a small town."

"Not that small, dear."

Dean glanced at her out of the corner of his eye then back out the dash of the car. Nicki gave a smirk, standing up and walking around to the other side of the car.

"What the hell are you doin'?" Dean asked as the blonde let herself in and slid into the passenger seat of the classic car.

"Well, considering you've been ridin' my ass for the past hour, I figure you could at least be a gentleman and buy me lunch," she answered casually, tossing the keys at him.

Dean caught them easily, then sat there for a moment looking at her before he smirked and put the keys back in the ignition.

"Hope you weren't expecting the Ritz," Dean said as he pulled the car into a diner.

"I was actually expecting you to throw me out of the car while we were driving. This is a bonus." Nicki smirked as Dean rolled his eyes at her and they got out of the car.

A bell above the door told the rest of the diner that the pair had arrived. A man in a truck hat and flannel glanced up from his hoagie briefly at them from the bar, a couple in a booth all the way to the back were too engrossed in each other to care, a pair of waitress', one old and fat, the other young and skinny, in matching pale teal uniforms looked at them casually before going back to their work. Nicki tossed her hand up, as if she knew these people. The big silver bangle around her wrist jostled against her forearm and then settled again on her wrist as she put her hand down and shoved it in her pocket briefly. She slid herself down into one of the bright red fake leather seats of a booth. Dean followed her into the booth, tilting his head as a sign of greeting to the wait staff and other patrons like she did.

"Welcome to Mo's. Do you need a minute?" the older waitress drowned, obviously past her prime but too invested in the job for a career change.

"Well... Sherri," Nicki started, flicking her aviators to the top of her head to get a better look at the name tag above her breast, "I don't know about him, but I would like a number 12. Large fry, not small, extra green peppers, and a large coke." Sherri made a note of his on her pad and turned to Dean with a bored look that said 'what do you want?'

"Um…just give me that." Sherri sighed loudly at Dean's request and jotted down something else before walking away without so much as a goodbye.

"Bring back ketchup!" Nicki yelled after her over her side of the booth, sure that the aging waitress had heard her but probably didn't care. Nicki shrugged casually before turning back to sit properly in the booth.

"So, Dean, were you a little disappointed that I didn't hop on a broomstick and fly away?"

Dean laughed a little as Nicki looked at him with excited cobalt eyes, leaning forward on her forearms against the table. Her blonde pony tail was bouncing a little as she exuded fake excitement.

"Actually, yeah, I was a little disappointed," he replied, assuming a similar position against the fake marble table top. He thanked their waitress briefly as she brought them their cokes. Nicki paused for a moment to put her straw in before donning a slightly serious expression as she looked at him.

"You're different now," she stated.

Dean looked up from his own drink at her briefly before answering. "Situations changed."

"How? Because I'm not just some grieving family member or dumb bar slut?"

"Are you gonna get mad if I say yes?"

Nicki gave a bitter laugh and a sad smile as she stirred the ice in her coke. "No, I won't get mad. You were just a lot nicer before."

"What are you talkin' about? I'm buying you lunch. How am I not nice?"

Nicki glanced up at Dean through her lashes as the ice of her coke continued to clink against the glass. "No. It's not that. You look at me different now, like you don't trust me."

"Would it make you feel any better if I told you I didn't trust you when I thought you were a bar slut?" Dean gave a small yelp of pain as Nicki's arm reached across the table to punch him, but laughed anyway as he rubbed it. "Hey, it comes with the territory. Hunters don't trust people. It gets too complicated. You being kinda supernatural don't help."

"And Corbins' don't trust people. It gets too complicated. You being a hunter don't help."

"So why care what I think?" Dean asked, wondering where all this was going.

Nicki smiled at him genuinely as she propped her chin in the palm of her hand. "Because, despite my better judgment, I kinda like you. You're a bit of a bastard, but it suits you. Plus, I'm kind of a bitch, so I have no room to talk. And whether you like it or not, you're a bit of a freak like me. We just happen to be on not-so-similar sides of the fence all the time." Dean stared at her intently as she spoke, pausing as she leaned forward on her forearms towards him before she continued in an octave lower. "And you gotta admit, it turns you on just a little bit that I'm one of the few people who know who you are and what you do and I'm not scared." She smiled at him as she sat back again. "Definitely better than some poor dumb bar slut who couldn't fight her way out of a wet paper bag." Her voice returned to normal and she took a long sip of her coke.

"You are kind of a freak ain'tcha?" Dean asked, a peculiar, yet interesting look having imprinted itself on his face.

Nicki gave a toothy grin around the straw. "Honey, you have no idea."

Dean coughed around the rim of his glass, sending a spray of coke flying out from it, and Nicki laughed at him loudly like it was the funniest damn thing she had ever seen.

"Here's your ketchup," Sherri interrupted, pulling a red bottle out of her apron pocket and setting it between hot plates.

"Thank you Sherri! You are an asset to your profession!" Nicki smiled at the frizzy redhead brightly, and was happy to see the wrinkles around the corners of the older woman's mouth and eyes crinkle a little more as she returned it just slightly.

"What the hell is this?"

Nicki turned her attention back to her dining companion as Dean examined his plate like it was a science experiment gone wrong. "Mo's Special Number 12 World Famous Cheese Steak Sandwich," Nicki answered, taking a big bite of her own sandwich and ignoring the juice that dribbled out the back.

"What the hell's in it?" he asked, picking it up and trying to find the best way to attack this…thing. He had eaten some pretty interesting things in his long career as a hunter on the road, but this was definitely coming close to making the top ten. Nicki held up a finger briefly as she quickly chewed the remainder of the food in her mouth.

"Word of advice: Mo's has the best food in town, provided you repress your conscience and don't ask a lot of questions." Dean smirked and took a bite of his sandwich. She was right. This wasn't so bad.

"Hey, where you been man?" Sam asked when Dean arrived back at the motel.

"Around. You find anything?" the older Winchester asked, tossing the keys on the small dinette table that the room had before sitting on his bed.

"Negative. There's no history or signs of demon activity in the town. In fact, there seems to be a very large gap of any sort of supernatural activity in the town, period," Sam informed him.

"You find anything out on the vic? Or our new friends?" Dean asked, propping himself up against the headboard with his hands behind his head.

"No, nothing that's important. I checked everything that I could think of to look up the name Corbin. I couldn't find anything that was worth keeping."

"Try New York." Dean said in a flat tone, and Sam looked at him funny. "They're from New York, the state not the city."

Sam gave his brother a confused look at this information that he just decided to share.

"I went out with Nicki earlier," Dean offered as an explanation. Sam's face added the expression of shock.

"You went out with Nicki? Like… on a date?"

"No! It wasn't like that. I was following her and she caught me, then she made me take her to lunch."

"You were stalking her. And then you went on a date?"

Dean growled at his younger brother and ran his fingers through his hair. "It wasn't like that! I was trying to see if she was doing anything, you know, weird. She just got in the car and we drove away. Anyway, you should be thanking me, dude!"

"Why should I be thanking you because you went on a date with some girl?"

"She's not just some girl, and it was not a date! Look, when we were in the diner, we got to talking. When I told her we went to talk to our vic from last night, Nicki said that Audrey knew Sarah Freedman from high school. Said they used to be real close before she and Audrey left for college," Dean told him. Sam's look became serious.

"What else did she say?" the younger Winchester asked.

Dean shrugged as he got up from the bed. "They were originally from New York. They moved here when they were eight after their parents died. She's been in town about a month now. Also, her favorite color is sangria. Not important but an interesting fact. I had no idea that even was a color. Sangria was not a color in my crayon box. It's a shade of red or something. As for her sister, Nicki said that if I wanted to know about her, I would need to ask her myself. Figured that could be a job for you, little brother," Dean told him with a slap on the shoulder as he walked past him to the mini fridge to grab a beer.

"Me? Why do I have to do it?" Sam asked as his brother twisted off the bottle cap and threw it on the counter.

"Because, Sammy, you're the one who's got the hots for her. I mean, don't get me wrong, she's a fine piece of ass, and I do love twins, but in this instance, I will sacrifice my chance of an awesome threesome for you to get some play." Dean gave him a cocky smirk around his beer.

His brother glared slightly at him before muttering, "Yeah, why don't you tell that to Nicki on your next date?"

"It was not a date!"

Hooray, new chapter done! I hope everyone is enjoying or still enjoying the story so far! Tell me what you think, I would love to hear from you! XOXO

*- Steven Tyler and Joe Perry are the lead vocalist and lead guitarist for the band Aerosmith.
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